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Water, ayy They say he cool, condensation, I got drip, I need a koozie I'm at Jasper's crib, they let the Jew in the jacuzzi 2000 baby, this the perfect storm, George Clooney Put my best foot forward 'til I peeped them boys were goofy And every time my light shine bright, they try to dim some Now I'm with your lady eatin' dim sum Puff the Magic Dragon, if he smoke, then I might flip one Tuck his tail, hop off the wagon, I might kick one Four score and seven years ago, I met a jit Who put an arrow on the Smith & Wesson, Steven Tyler shit My arm strong from totin' billies, sixty seconds, throw a fit I'm sippin' egg nog, developin' a dad bod' and shit I'm gettin' flat spots and shit from all the wear and tear out it He playin' chess, not checkers, I'm an archery fanatic I be rappin' for a reason, I don't care 'bout livin' lavish 'Cause if it's smoke, appreciate the aromatics Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na 2000 baby, I ain't growin' old, yeah Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na From the Florida Tropics, now I'm up the road, ayy Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na Pistol drop an opp, like, how low can you go? Yeah Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na Letras de cancionesPull up on your block and I'm gon' bend it like I'm Cole, ayy Why they dissin' all my peers? Don't you disappear They ask me where I'm tryna take this shit, I told 'em, "Change is near" And every time they tried to make amends, that shit was insincere That rusty-ass .380 in my boot, that shit a souvenir Extendo clips hangin' like dicks out for Harambe Pasta de pepe, I catch your ass and cook you à la dente Ambidextrous, more to the left, but I am not Beyoncé And I'm married to the money, shout-out my fiancée BLP John Quiñones, pop out like, "What would you do?" I'm smokin' on you know who, the grandson of them damn lieutenants too Forty out the gate, came out the roof, just me and whoop-de-woo I get the info like I'm Narduwar, then that chopper do-do-do I'm shuttin' down the venues with my dog, he look like Majin Buu I grew up fast as fuck, I'm tryna violate the Toon Lagoon Sweet lick, I buck the gang back, they salty, no spittoon I feel like 9lokkNine, a bad bitch blow me like a ba-balloon Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na 2000 baby, I ain't growin' old, yeah Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na From the Florida Tropics, now I'm up the road, ayy Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na Pistol drop an opp, like, how low can you go? Yeah Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na Pull up on your block and I'm gon' bend it like I'm Cole, ayy From Letras Mania